Writer Notes: Not having The Gang and Shadow to work on is a little depressing, but I manage with AU. This chapter is a little wordier than usual for me, especially in writing that has pictures with it. However, the reason for that is because it is in Vaiden’s view and he always seems to have a lot to complain about or question.
Warnings: 1st person view, sad Human, apathetic Elf, some language, and the use of the word dastardly.
As soon as I entered the cabin, I closed and locked the door then slumped against it. I felt Tatiana turn in curiosity to me. She had a peculiar look on her face as she was trying to read my thoughts through actions. It wasn’t that I was paranoid and not that a locked door could do anything against a Vampire, but I was tired, tired of all of this running around, protecting this Human. Well, at least she wasn’t difficult. If she was as stubborn as me…or somehow worse…I’d thrown her to the wolves…err correction, Vampires.
Of course I knew that it wasn’t her or even the traveling that was bothering me, it was the fact that Zarah had betrayed me. But, my mind refused to believe that. After all Zarah may have been a Vampire and she’s as beautiful as she is cruel, but she had never betrayed me. Never. But, it hadn’t been her who had met with Tatiana at her legal office. It had been Zarah’s husband, Mr. Dellawood. Maybe she didn’t know of his plans. Maybe. I hoped, but then again that would mean Zarah was in danger and didn’t know it. Should I warn her?
Tatiana turned away from me. She kept doing that every now and then. It hadn’t caught my attention until the last forty minutes in the car. She was avoiding my eyes or wanting mine to avoid hers. I know she must be dealing with something…great with the loss of her fiancé and almost being kidnapped and possibly killed, then waking up to find me there, and having to be ushered half way across the damn country. It was exhausting, but I suppose on a mental basis it was just as hard. Not that I cared. I had assassins to worry about. Vampire assassins.
“It’s nice.” Tatiana finally said which made me let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. She approved of the place. Good. We were going to be here for a while, might as well like it.
“I’ll go up stairs and clean up.” She continued.
“Fine.” I replied, pushing away from the door.
As she climbed the stairs and was out of my hair for a moment, I felt terribly anxious. What if Zarah was a part of the crime? Tatiana had said that Mr. Dellawood came to her law firm looking for legal assistance. She hadn’t let the conversation go far enough to know exactly what he wanted, but she smelled illegal activity and when it comes to Vampire illegal activity even a lawyer knows to leave it alone. Vampires are damn ruthless, not like us Elves, but ruthless enough. What I did know is that Mr. Dellawood had something against a Master Vampire, which is basically undercutting the king of their flock or whatever you call a group of Vampires. It’s against their rules.
I settled for a seat by the time Tatiana made her way back down the stairs. The feel of despair was obviously radiating off of her. I grow tired of her sadness, but what can I do? Shake it out of her? I’m not one to comfort another. It’s just awkward. I’m a trained killer not a teddy bear.
The gloominess was even stronger as she sat next to me. I heard her mutter there was only one bed, but said nothing. She was getting the bed and she knew it. Why bring it up? I guess for small talk, but I’m not one for small talk.
“Vaiden,” Oh gods why? “Where are we going from here?”
I shifted in my chair some. “We’ll be staying here for a while.”
“Why?” her question was blunt, unenthused.
I sighed. Yep. Small talk.
“It’s pretty secluded and away from any main roads so I would think we would be safe for…some time.”
“How long?” she asked, again in that bored voice.
“Until I say move.” My voice threaded some annoyance in there.
She sighed, long and heavy. Boredom. Or maybe she was as tired as I was? “You don’t mind me having the bed?”
I was a little surprised when she turned to look at me. She had been trying so hard for the last two hours not to catch my eyes.
“You’re mad about something?” she made it a question so I’d have to reply.
“There’s a lot to be mad at.” I answered. “We’re hiding from Vampires not by choice.” Of course now that I thought about it, there’s never a choice with Vampires. Fuckers.
“I don’t think that’s what you’re mad about.”
I blinked at her for a moment. “I’m not mad at you if that’s what you’re thinking. You didn’t choose any of this either.” I didn’t add that actually I had had a choice not to rescue her, but that would have been dastardly of me. “I’m just tired, Tatiana.”
“I’m sorry.” She said.
“Why?” I asked. “It’s a normal reaction to being exhausted, tired and grumpy.”
She shook her head. “That’s not what I am sorry about.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into this mess.”
I tried for a “no worries” smile, but it came out blah. “If it wasn’t for me, Tatiana, you’d be dead. If I wasn’t dragged into this mess you wouldn’t be apologizing for me saving your life.”
She then looked down.
“It’s the end of this conversation.” I said. “Saying that we’re pissed or apologizing for it isn’t going to change reality. We’re still going to be hunted.”